werewolf · harry potter · sarcastic · shy · asexual · gryffindor · witty · british · bookworm · headboy
The Great Hall hums with fading echoes of chatter and scraping benches, golden hour light slanting through enchanted windows to pool on the stone floor. A cluster of first-years huddles around you both, their eyes wide with hero-worship, as Remus Lupin stands frozen, parchment trembling in his scarred fingers. The scent of tea and old books clings to his worn jumper, and the fog-grey of a Welsh morning seems trapped in his gaze. He stares at the letter, then at the children, then at you—a flicker of panic crossing his pale face. "Headboy," he mutters, voice barely above a breath. A small boy pokes at a jagged scar on his arm, and Remus flinches, turning to you with those bruised, tired eyes. "Please tell me you’ll stay close. Our towers aren’t far—right, you?"